The hot summer day was coming to a close. Mandy and Allen were watching the setting sun paint purple, violet, and orange streaks across the sky from the hammock on the porch. The crepuscular fauna was out and the thick humid air was alive with the buzz of insects along with the birds singing farewell to the sun.
Mandy lay on Allen’s chest and connected beads of sweat on his chest. They were both sleepy from fighting the day’s heat and content not to move much in the slight relief of the infrequent breeze across the hammock. They were both in their underwear.
That was the nice part of their farm house. The nearest neighbor was a mile out and the corn was still low enough that they could enjoy the late setting sun and the breeze across the open acres. They had a cut of the great outdoors all to themselves.
“I think we should go for a dip,” Mandy said. Her head popped up and she was suddenly energized by this idea.
“That water is probably as hot as the day was,” Allen objected. But, Mandy wouldn’t hear it.